For a moment Nienna let her guard down. She needed to make sure he was alright, and she could see in his beautiful grey eyes how much he needed her. So she rushed to him, hair and dress streaming behind her as she wrapped her arms around him, clutching him tightly as he gripped her desperately. "I thought you were dead." She breathed into his ear. "Never. I could never leave without you." He breath caught in her throat and she pulled back, eyes wary.
Southern Gothic witches: “Never put your faith in a Prince. When you require a miracle, trust in a Witch.” ― Catherynne M. Valente, In the Night Garden